cimorene

Gently Holmes captured my face, lifting it so that we were once again looking into each others' eyes. "John.... did you never wonder at my antipathy towards women? Nor notice how the very thought of touching their softness, of making love to them makes me ill?" He laughed softly, his thumbs brushing over my lips. "I find I crave a hardness and strength that can match my own - something that can only be obtained from someone such as yourself."

here.

and it gets better!

"This is neither the time nor the place to make love for the first time, but if I touch you again, I won't be able to stop."

I knew then what a woman must feel like, the first time she is ever truly kissed by a man, by one who is determined to possess her, body and soul. For myself, I felt something deep inside me uncurl, opening to that warmth, and there was a definite stirring in my loins.

hahahahahahahahaaah!